Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.